Last week, McDreamy's movers packed out his stuff and put it on a truck for California. He doesn't actually leave for another 2 weeks, so he moved into my house for the duration. I've generally been reticent to have him stay over with the kids, because my mother has crazy intuition and would somehow know just from my voice, and I would so totally be grounded, because unmarried couples who sleep in the same bed when there are poor innocent children in the house make Jesus cry. But I wanted to see what it would be like to have him here with the kids, and he needed a place to stay, plus we need to make the most of the time we have, so there it is. I'm NOT giving up my television privileges.
|Don't start with me, Mom!|
Anyway, Tweak and Tink are ecstatic. Even more than the cat, whose overall reaction to McDreamy is this:
From "Anchorman." He's kind of a big deal.
The kids have spent lots of time with McDreamy before, and they follow him around like baby ducks. Multiply that by 24/7, and they're completely happy. Whatever he's doing, they want to be all up in it. Like when he's working out.
Part of it is that he's just plain entertaining. He jokes with them, does goofy voices, hoists them around (all those one-armed pushups are helpful), attends their impromptu plays, and discusses the finer points of Harry Potter and Phineas & Ferb. He has two beautiful children of his own (who I can't wait to love on when I have a chance), and he really gets kids. So it's kind of awesome.
For my own part, I've never known what it was like to have help with daily household tasks, so I keep finding the dishwasher unloaded, the cat fed, and the coffee made, and thinking perhaps fairies did it. I listened to "Free to be You and Me"* enough times as a little girl to know that this is what people should do when there are chores to be done, but I never lived with anyone who did these things, so I'm really appreciative.
It's nice to have more unbroken stretches of time together, even if only for a little while. He's a good man. I wish it could always be like this. We all do, including the cat.
|I iz gonna stow away in hiz suitcase!|
Me: "Tink, what are you doing?"
Tink: "I'm going to sleep with McDreamy!"
Me: "But this is my bed. Where am I supposed to sleep?"
Tink: (airily) "I dunno. On the floor. Or maybe in the guest room."
I can't really blame her, so I managed not to utter the phrase "Step off, bitch." I'm waiting to see what happens next, though. If she pulls up in a limo and tries to whisk him away for a night on the town, she's SO grounded.
And, if you want to buy the CD and play it on a loop to educate or re-educate anyone in your household, here it is. I think the FCC wants me to tell you that if you buy it through the link I get a nickel or something, so please make it rain.